Siren Whispers

Siren Song


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The curve of her breasts…

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The curve of her breasts

The hint of shape

Beneath her clothes

That draws his eye

The subtle shadow

Pressing against fabric

That suggests its fullness

The curve of her breasts

Gives detail and substance

To his fantasies of her

He imagines 

The pale perfection of her skin

And how her nipples look

He envisions 

The color of those tantalizing buds

Pale or dusky

And how they appear

When she is aroused

He contemplates

How they would feel

Beneath his palms

Between his thumb and forefinger

And against his tongue

The curve of her breasts

He longs to peel away her clothes

To lay siege to her body

And discover

If his imaginings

Are real…

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*This is not new but a repost from last year. I like it and I hope my readers will indulge me once again.

©SirenSong1208

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Ruin me

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Ruin me

with thoughts

that seduce my inhibitions

peel the clothes from my body

and have me dancing to the sensuous song

you have sung

the movement within me

answering

untamed

and wanton

.

Ruin me

with words

that adore me

and make love to me

as though they were

your hands

your lips

your tongue

your body

.

Ruin me

slowly

tantalizingly

achingly

in the way that you know I yearn for

.

Ruin me

devastate me

ravage me

…and then begin again

from the beginning

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©SirenSong1208

Photograph taken from Pinterest


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My restless spirit

Ireland, June 2016

My heart will be heavy

when I leave the sea.

As I get older

the need for this renewal

is keen.

My longing 

palpable.

My restless spirit

always finding its home

amid the waves.

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Photograph taken by SirenSong1208


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Take me…


Take me to a place

unknown to me.

Mark my pale skin

with the lash of your lust. 

Let me feel the sting

of your desire

all across my soft curves

and hear the sharp crack

of your devotion

as it comes in contact 

with my flesh

my arousal

scarlet

at your hands. 

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©SirenSong1208

Photograph taken from Perfect Pleasures


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Dreams fading


Dawn breaks beyond the window.

The blush of a new day

tinging the horizon with pink. 

I am swimming in the deep end 

of my silence

searching the shore for you

my dreams fading 

with each minute. 

Feeling the rush and tremble 

of my emotions

I bury my head into the pillow

wishing it were your shoulder

 and the cool sheets against my skin

were the warm press

of your body. 

Aching with longing

another day begins.

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Photograph taken from Pinterest


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Conservator

I look

not for a teacher

as we would learn together

but rather

a conservator. 

One who would remove my layers

slowly

painstakingly.

Studying every inch

as he progressed.

Taking pleasure in his work.

Finding 

the beauty

the truth

hidden beneath

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Artwork by Tatiana Siedlova


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Hidden

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She has become someone else.

Unlike the girl she had always been. 

The one everyone knew.

When the camera is upon her

it is not the lens which watches

which captures her essence

it is his eyes.

Never missing a thing

caressing every curvaceous inch.

his pulse becoming more rapid

as each frame reveals

just a bit more of her.

She is relaxed, excited, aroused.

The morning light

streams through her window

kissing her skin with warmth.

Imagining him there

a touch away

she loses herself to fantasy

arching her back

her sweet breasts thrust out

nipples straining for his touch.

Her body is languid with desire

her yearning palpable

over the miles. 

He pushes her boundaries

watching them crumble

one by one

taking intense delight

in plumbing the depths

of her hidden sensuality.

Finding exquisite pleasure

in her

with her.

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©SirenSong1208

Artwork by Eric Wallis